Barely awake
I am barely awake from dreaming and maybe that's a good thing as I listen to the sweet song of the birds just outside my window. The breeze that rattles the blinds is cold and humid, swirling around my feet and legs and higher and higher until the wet, earthy smell saturates my skin.
I am barely awake from dreaming things I wish I never had, waking to lament the torture my mind moves me through even while I slumber. Betrayal, pain, more betrayal, anger... some never ending loop set on wrap long ago. Silly mortal treachery... beyond being shaken despite my disapproval.
I am barely awake from dreaming and I'm already missing the comfort of his arms; where in them there are no haunting memories. The horrific deadly details fear him. They're ... chased away, like a magician emptying his hands miraculously before the crowd. I'm safe; copper colored, white silk, cardamom-mosaic resilient Teflon. But only there... only there.
I am barely awake from dreaming as I seek out my lover's bed. To find him warm and saline, his arms opening at the weight against the mattress. His head lifted from the bank of pillows, his smile curling his lips with warm delight, eyes sparkling with passionate receipt. Laying my head to his chest, his heartbeat lulls me gently calmer, surrendering to the waters that stir this tide of love ... while I barely dream from being awake.
I am barely awake from dreaming things I wish I never had, waking to lament the torture my mind moves me through even while I slumber. Betrayal, pain, more betrayal, anger... some never ending loop set on wrap long ago. Silly mortal treachery... beyond being shaken despite my disapproval.
I am barely awake from dreaming and I'm already missing the comfort of his arms; where in them there are no haunting memories. The horrific deadly details fear him. They're ... chased away, like a magician emptying his hands miraculously before the crowd. I'm safe; copper colored, white silk, cardamom-mosaic resilient Teflon. But only there... only there.
I am barely awake from dreaming as I seek out my lover's bed. To find him warm and saline, his arms opening at the weight against the mattress. His head lifted from the bank of pillows, his smile curling his lips with warm delight, eyes sparkling with passionate receipt. Laying my head to his chest, his heartbeat lulls me gently calmer, surrendering to the waters that stir this tide of love ... while I barely dream from being awake.